ID

 

Some times id was considered

To be a bad thing

Always in need to be regulated

And we had our egos

That would do just that.

 It was taken to be meritorious

That we rode rough shod over it

And killed in us the desire for the other

With our egos and super egos

Thinking ourselves to be perfect

And the other

Deficient

All the more

For his love and desires. .

Hatred was easily taken

The will to destroy

Taken for granted

And fratricide

Became the law of the land.

 

The criminal could no more be loved

And had to be taken to his cross

With an abusive crowd throwing stones at him

Because the law forbade it

That there be love.

And people were unwilling

To take him or her

In fraternity

The crime was fixed and charged

And the crosses

Blossomed everywhere

With sons of god

Needled and ridiculed

And hung there

As examples for the world to see.

 

With idols that tried to entrap infinity

In a pettiness coming from myopic arrogance

And promote Caesar or seizure

As an alternative

Everything and everybody

Were to ‘step- well’ and be disciplined

Though the long steps of power

Remained undecipherable

And knots that tried to enslave

Every being appeared

Heaven sent.

 

Dignaga had the stance

Of a shaolin master

Because blows were raining

All around him with hatchet men

Roaming around

And he still wanted to practice his calm

And compassion.

Love was something

That the world had to take to

In its physicality

That made the material meaningful

And id, something to be celebrated

And not to be shooed off.

 

But the masters everywhere

Didn’t want anything to do with id

Because they had to preserve their positions

And because it made bridges

Or bye-ways

Where the world had stopped in its tracks

And caste and creed would be broken

Because love was a better way

And id,

The basic need to connect

To overstep all boundaries

The cradle of the social

To be celebrated.